All Chapters of Second Fated Mate : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Dashing out through the window wasn't my initial plan. Escaping wasn't even my plan, all I had thought to do was sit still and wait for some miracle to happen. A miracle that consisted of Killian arriving and rescuing me. However, I had chosen to cut Frederick deep enough that surviving would be hard. Not impossible, hard. I had no idea what prompted such an act from me, what had made me even think of harming him the way that I did. The power coursing through me had overrode me and taken over my senses. I wasn't thinking when I did that nor did I even guess that such a thing would happen. I just did the first thing that came to my mind and that was inflicting Frederick with as much pain as he must've inflicted on Killian. The night was dark and just like I guessed, there was no one around lurking the streets. I ran from the woods to the small town but I couldn't stop. I also couldn't stop thinking about Freya and how she looked as she saw what I did to her father. I was scared f

Esmeralda's POV She wore a kind of make-up that I had never seen on her before. Her dress was exquisite, oozing old money and class. The outfit was something I never thought she had a sense to put together. Her eyes were sultry and devilish, though her character was questionable, her beauty could not be denied. Mikel really did take from her. Both mother and son were annoying people, but they were also very attractive people. Mikel was not as good looking as Killian, but he was something that one could spend a few minutes looking at, but Killian was different. With Killian, you can easily get lost in his beauty. The richness of his skin and the seduction in his eyes. The guards were all looking at me and she had an expectant eyebrow raised up as she scrutinized my appearance. I hadn't thought there was anything I was expected to say. I didn't think I had a script I needed to follow. Or was I expected to shriek or try to run to the hills trying to escape her. They were all starin

Killian's POV The words I heard from her were too surprising and it provoked a kind of anger within me. She knew I was looking for Esmeralda and Mikel may be the only person who knew where she was. Mikel had been brutally beaten up by Frederick and his men and he was injured and he may or may not survive it. Looking at it from a different perspective, I was actually doing him a favor, he was weak and injured and he might die but I took him and gave him treatment. There are two reasons why I couldn't let him go, one was that I wanted to extort information from him regarding Frederick, even the littlest thing he must know and the other was that he was too weak to be going up and down, he was too weak to be stressed. Hearing these words from Paula made me feel weird and very angry. She was already seeming suspicious from the things she had done, from helping Mikel delete those CCTV footage to actually letting him go free from my custody and now she waa doing the same thing. She waa

Killian's POV. "I think I should go home," Wesley said from beside me. I was not expecting such a suggestion from him. For some reason, I thought he must've understood that I needed him there, that I needed his ability to keep me pinned to the ground because I was too angry, too outraged to be able to do that myself. I was scared that I was going to hurt Paula. I didn't want to hurt her, but I was so angry that I felt like I was going to do it. Several times she has given me so many reasons to actually hurt her but other than my tenets of never hitting a woman, she was pregnant too and with my child. However, she had done so many wrong things to me that sometimes those reasons begin to blur like they're doing right now. "What do you mean?" I asked him. He chuckled, "Killian, do you want me to spend the night over at your place? Aren't we moving too fast?" I looked at him. His brown eyes were dark in the night and his curly hair fell right over his eyebrows. The smile on his face

Esmeralda's POV Mikel's mother had kept me locked away in her attic for a while. Food had not been delivered to me and I was slowly starting to lose strength in my joints. Everything was aching me, from my head to my stomach and then to my legs. I had escaped from one kidnapper only to be met with another. I still didn't know what happened with Frederick if he survived the wound on his chest or not. I was still very concerned about Freya, I had no idea if she would hate me after what I did to her father or not. It was stupid to even expect that she wouldn't want to disembowel me seeing that I had almost killed her father if he did survive it. I was feeling very guilty for her. I couldn't help but remember the time I felt this hunger that almost stopped me from life. It had been Freya that came to my rescue and what I did as a payback was to almost kill her father. My conscience was gnawing at me and I couldn't even try to deny what I had done. I had woken up this morning from